Halloween

So I bought this mullet wig yesterday. It's sweet. Curly on top, long in the back. I dig it. It's me. But then I was sitting here thinking (as I am prone to do since I live in Duncan and am pretty much bored to death all the time) what do the people with actual mullets think when they see the mullet wigs come out for Halloween? Do they think they're cool? Or is it sad? Do they know that it's funny? I mean, you can buy wigs that look like my hair but that's not funny. That's just cool. Because I have wicked cool hair. It's true. Just ask the senor. He knows. But mullets? They're not cool. Well, I mean they're cool as a costume accessory because you can wear it for awhile and then take it off and go back to your happy hair but real mullet people can't do that. They're pretty much all mullet all the time.

I'm wearing mine to work on Sunday with pretty blue eyeliner and frosty pink lipstick and big fake eyelashes and acrylic nails with pretty blue roses on them and I'm going to be extra pretty and when people ask me what I am I'm going to stare blankly at them and say "what do you mean?" It'll be awesome. I may wear glitter too. Because glitter rocks. Ooo! I need earrings! And bangles. I like bangles. Must find super happy 80s style bangles. Yep. That's where it's at.

I'm also going to wear my sparkly purple devil horns and then when people ask me what I am I'll just say the devil. Or not. But I'm wearing them anyway because they're sparkly and who doesn't like sparkly?

On a side note, I was wearing my mullet around the house last night (did I mention I'm bored pretty much all the time?) and Lilo kept trying to kill it. It was fun. She's a good dog. I didn't even train her to kill the mullet. She was going purely on instinct. Not only does she eat spiders, she kills mullets. She's the best dog ever.

Look! It's San Francisco! Yay!

Hello! Have I ever mentioned that I love San Francisco? Because I do. Indeed. These pictures are a street shot of Chinatown. Chinatown is good. I dig it. Mmm...dim sum. And Tom illustrating just where the taco goes at a lovely little van on the side of the road somewhere in California. At least I think it was California. It's all kind of a blur really. And then me and Kelso von Schnappi the Gyno Dino, our roadtrip mascot. Fabulous little creature I picked up on the ferry. More later...

Hello

I've decided my blog needs more photos. More photos!! I like photos. I also like cake. Which is good because the senor made me a giant rapsberry and white chocolate cheesecake of doom (because it was so yummy) for my birthday! Woo hoo! Bring on the cheese! It was good. How exactly did I go from talk of photos to more talk of my birthday? Effortlessly. That's how. :-) Okay, have to go do more work so I can leave for San Francisco on Wednesday without guilt. Yay! Roadtrip! SO excited!!!! Okay bye!

Retarded with Joy

SO it's my birthday! And I've gone completely retarded with joy. And when I say retarded, I mean really frickin' retarded. I'm so excited I could barf. Just a little. I'm so old! But it's awesome! And the other day at work there was cake and one of the kitchen guys asked me how old I was turning and I told him and he thought I was lying (or maybe he was lying about thinking I was lying just to make me happy but whatever, I'll take it!) and it was this whole long, drawn out thing about how I couldn't possibly be 31 and there was yummy cake munching (he was conversing and I was nodding my head and mumbling and gesturing with my fork while stuffing giant forkfuls of black forest cake into my face) and really it was just one of those perfect magical moments of rightness. And there was a sparkler. Sweet sparkler action. It burned my fingers because even though I am familiar with the concept of hot metal searing flesh being a bad thing I still feel compelled to touch the sparkler. Most likely because it's sparkly. Much the way I used to always try to pet bees because they were fuzzy and then they would sting me and I would cry the cry of the morally outraged. I'm a dork. I blame the extreme birthday retardation. And the disco. And then yesterday after work I went for some frothy lemony birthday bevvies at earls (only 2 because I had to drive home) and it was great. Our waiter was fun and had a super cute faux hawk which is always good. And there were prezzies! It's true. I got a devil girl bobble head and a book about how boys suck and I should throw rocks at them and some flowers and cards and a crown that said birthday slut on it. Who knew my work friends knew me so well?! :-) Yay! And then I came home and went out for yummy chinese dinner with the Senor and then there was beer and free pool. And a little prezzie from the Senors momma. The Momma Senora. Yay again! Did I mention I love birthdays? Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeee! Happy Birthday to me!

Not Much News...

I've been living the quiet life the past little while so I'm afraid I don't have much to report. I've been kind of fighting off the early stages of a cold for the past couple of days so I'm all head achy and icky feeling. Grrr. But I went to my friend's house on Thursday night and he made me yummy homemade chicken soup (sooo yummy! thanks!) and minty tea and brought me rolo ice cream (is there anything better? I think not!) and we watched tv (me snuggled into a warm blanket, whining pretty much continuously) until I devoured a couple of extra strength tylenol cold pills and passed out. It's amazing how those things just knock you right out. Sweet. I really hate being sick and that particular day was awful with the fuzzy, spinny head and the coughing and the sniffing. Not to mention the sore throat. But I got to sleep in the next morning and lounge around quite a bit and have a nice hot bath in the uber tub with jets and whatnot so I'm not feeling nearly as bad now.

Last night I went to another friend's house for some chinese takeout and pool playing. It was good. I liked it. Pool is good. And so is chinese food. Gripping story isn't it? I tell you, it's just a fast paced and exciting life that I lead. I wore my new sparkly shoes that rock. I love my new sparkly shoes. I've also developed this thing for playing pool. I blame the Senor. It's just so fun! Who knew? I mean, I'm terrible at it but I love it anyway. What's that about? I even like watching other people play. It's like an addiction. I should go play some pool right now.

And my birthday is in 3 days!!!! THREE DAYS! I'm so excited! This stupid 22 year old girl at work said she hates her birthday the other day because she doesn't want to get older. Bah! Bah I say! Birthdays rock! Bring on the prezzies and the birthday bevvies! Speaking of which, on Monday I'm going to go for a lemony frothy yum beverage at Earls with people from work and then I'm going to go back to Duncan for a lovely birthday dinner with the Senor (I know it will be lovely because it's my birthday!) and then there will be birthday cocktails and birthday pool. I hope. And then on Friday it's my birthday party!!! Par-tay! Oh my god. What is wrong with me? I'm just so damn excited. I need to breathe.

Lalalalalalalala! Birthdaybirthdaybirthdaybirthdaybirthday! Birthday! Okay bye.